2.11.08

Quietely sitting in the curve of the skyline

The growling of the earth







-Some pictures here dedicated to all the passengers I've met on the road in Iceland -

-Iceland 2008-


She had found a way to escape.She'll have to go or she'll die. It had become as radical. She'll have to carefully organize every option, it was as to dig like if she was a fugitive.
She has made such beautiful dreams about being encircled by cold blue lowlands.

She was going up and down on small hills with her little steps with no fear stocked inside her, she was a child.
There was a group of five other small kids with her, they were all submerged in the middle of this naked skyline.
Her face was scanning the air and discovered a full light, round and colored. These warm sensation on her skin drove her in a soft ecstatic state.
As she walked, she was pulled out of reality, drowned into the sublime of virginal spaces. It couldn't be true, this light, this landowning fragility.
Each of them at their own rythm tasted this walk without any anxiety, they were left by themselves, lost, but here, freedom was the most powerfull emotion they could feel. Those little survivors followed their way without no daring to speak in the fear to fluster the fullness, the blessed order in which they bathed.
Just before her waking seized her out of this fairy painting, their path ended on a .......It was still the daybreak and there was orphans inside who were still sleeping. At the first waking movement, they will ask for asylum. But they knew that there was no place to chance in what they were living.
Where they came from, they were unable to remember it. Where they were going, only their instinct could give them a clue.
There was a casserole from which still frees some smokes. They all felt charmed by the perspective of a meal.And it's when she threw three crabs inside the boiled water that her eyes roughly opened themselves.

It wasn't only a dream, all of what had just taken place was as real as this bed in which she was parachuted, as this city she will soon have to cross, this tarmacked daily life she'll have to live.
Her sleep had driven her into a connection with her primitive inside. She understood at her waking the real meaning of the freedom's word.